The storm blows around    This harbour town    I listen to its wind as a choir    The shipping forecast    Is crackling    Like wet wood upon a fire       And time slows and slips away    The tourists come around in May    'Till August when the clouds roll in    The pier cracks, the awnings fade    The Ferris wheel spins slowly in the rain,    The day is gone.       Under this weather    Under this weather    Such shadows are blossoming    Out at sea       I am not going to set myself free here    I am following some dark fortune    Some circle in me       Hold back the wind    Hold back the rain    I want to live    To see good weather       Hold back the years    Hold back the hours    I want to live    To see the sun break through    These days       Under this weather    Under this weather    Such shadows are blossoming    In me